Based on the play MIODRAG DJURDJEVIC
THE DEBT FROM BADEN BADEN
NENAD JEZDIC F.M.Dostoevsky, great writer
JADRANKA NANIC Anna G. Dostoevsky, his wife
MIODRAG MILOVANOV I.S.Turgenjev, great writer
IVAN JAGODIC I.A.Goncarov, great writer
BORIS KOMNENIC A.F.Oto, journalist
Costumes designer SUZANA GLIGORIJEVIC
Set designer MIODRAG NIKOLIC
Director of photography VESELKO KRCMAR
Directed by SLOBODAN Z. JOVANOVIC
This story...
...began one spring evening...
...1867. in the Baden-Baden.
That evening, while Fedja and I went out into the garden...
...from the salon...
...We met a famous writer Ivan Aleksandrovich Goncharov,
the author of the novel "Oblomov".
or...
This story began much earlier.
Two years earlier.
What neither my good man...
...and especially me...
...did not know.
- What a surprise Ivan Aleksandrovic! - Fiodor Mihailovic!
- I did not know you're here. - I`t nice to see you.
I want to introduce to you my wife...
Anna Grigorievna...
Dostoevsky.
This is Ivan Aleksandrovic Oblomov, the famous writer of the novel "Oblomov".
Nice to meet you, ma`am.
Please...
...sit.
Sit, please.
How long are you here?
Just a few days.
Compared to you, we are true natives here. Isn`t is, Anna?
Yes, yes, I know. Turgenjev told me.
- We still didn`t seen him. - No.
I might not remember but Anna all records and logs.
Yes.
Strange that he didn`t contacted us.
You were alone. He saw you in the Casino.
Otherwise, he placed himself there in the house of Paulina Wiardo.
He near built his villa.
Yes... well, greet him from me.
I am superstitious as any Russian but not at the expense of my friends.
Yes, yes, I`ll greet him, certainly.
And... where did you put yourself?
We did put ourselves.
We were at the hotel and now we are in private accommodation.
`cause below our window is a blacksmith shop...
You know, my husband can`t work in hotel.
I don`t have that kind ambitions any more.
Now in the spa I just heal and rest.
No one can blame you.
Good excuse worth pile of money.
So, I don`t want to take your time.
I hope we see each other more often.
I also.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Well done.
You did well when you told him that we left the hotel because of my writing
and not because of my gambling debt.
- You criticize my cunning excuse? - No.
You are my wise woman. I would never thought of that answer.
Did you hear that Turgenjev didn`t want to greet me?
But... Ivan Aleksandrovic explained you the reason.
It isn`t the real reason.
He wanted to avoid me to tell him my opinion about his novel "Smoke".
He feel that I am against this heinous book.
Why Turgenjev told that to Goncarov? He could keep as a secret that he saw you.
Because he isn`t sure if I saw him.
My good husban, after this became troubled.
And because I was afraid that he`ll get an epileptic seizure,
persuaded him to go home as soon as possible.
I can`t forget words that Turgenev send to me via Goncharov.
It`s nothing. Yust gossip.
What do you think?
Why is it so?
You said it`s because the novel "Smoke".
No, no, no, no.
No.
It isn`t just because the novel "Smoke".
I didn`t told you that I...
I owe Turgenev for two years a gambling debt in the amount of 50 talirs.
For the debt I didn`t know.
But for Turgenjev that is small change.
I borrow the money for three weeks, and since than it has been three years.
To Turgenev that money means nothing.
And in addition to the wealth, he gets three times bigger fees from me.
And he write awfully easy.
And I, the older I am, I become more stricter to myself.
Fedja, the offspring will be able to evaluate that on merit.
My dove.
What do you think that his message means?
I owe him, and he looks at me as I sit at the table and gamble.
I gamble.
Just coincidence.
Not the remainder to return him the debt?
It`s just yours imagination.
If I can gamble, I have to learn to pay back my gambling debts.
No, no, no. I was naive when I thought that the novel "Smoke" is a cause.
- But it isn`t. - What to Turgenev means that 50 talirs
when he here in Baden build a villa?
Bourgeois must not lose a penny.
He lives here among the Fransh. He is the same as them.
And to humiliate me, he told Goncharov about my debt.
And now they both follow how I will respond to this challenge.
Maybe he didn`t greeted you because he didn`t want you to think
that he is recalling you about the debt.
My dove.
Turgenjev thiks: If I greet you, you have to repay the debt.
Fedja, you say that Turgenjev via Goncharov recalled you on debt?
Clearly.
Clearly.
What good is when I haven`t got that damn money.
Something like that didn`t crossed my mind.
But if you say so, then it is so.
I am convinced that all literary Russia knows about my debt.
You can`t pretend not to know that he is here.
Turgenjev knows that I`m in Baden.
Then you have to go to visit him.
He`ll think that I'm not coming because of that damn debt, but because of the "Smoke".
And that I think about this novel like the whole world.
But you mustn`t tell him your opinion.
I think much wors.
You think that I have to lie?
- You do not know me yet? - You don`t have to lie.
Go and apologize for the debt, but the "Smoke" don`t mention.
Why don`t I have that damn money!
You can`t get angry with him because he borrowed you the money.
Don`t I have the right to my opinion because of that damn debt!
Am I the Judas who betray himself for 50 talirs?
Who said so?
Keep your opinion just don`t tell it to him.
Please, Fedja!
<i>Just don`t talk about "Smoke", because you don`t know how to lie.</i>
When my god husband returned...
...I realised that something serious happened to him at Turgenjev`s house.
Fedja.
Let it go.
Let it go, Fedja.
Have you had an attack of epilepsy?
I don`t know.
How can you not know?
You`re still shivering.
Are you sure?
How...
- How can I be sure? - Wait...
Please, lean a little.
Please.
Fine, fine, fine, fine.
Tell me...
... have you kept the promise?
I...
- I didn`t... - Fine.
... but he was looking for the devil.
Tell me everything.
Wait, wait.
Wait.
And then came out Turgenjev in a dressing gown.
And you didn`t mention "Smoke" as we agreed?
- I didn`t but... - Yes.
He came out in a dressing gown.
All right.
Tell me...
- Did I tell you I have waited a long time? - No, you didn`t.
I waited...
And he didn`t hurry.
Wait a minute.
I`m writing.
I...
This I will remember my whole life.
Even after my death.
How do you mean after death, Fedja?
Death is the boundary, but this I will rimember even after my death.
- ...after my death... - Fine, fine.
Fyodor Mikhailovich...
- Where were you? How are you? - Yes.
- Please sit. - Thank you.
Sorry I`m not decently dressed.
But as soon as I heard that you are here,
I hurried so you don`t have to wait for me.
I hope you don`t mind, Ivan Sergeyevich.
It`s all right.
You live at night and I am an early riser.
- Please sit. - Thanks.
I`m glad that you came.
Yes.
No.
Goncharov told that you saw me at the casino.
Yes, I saw you.
But knowing how the players are superstitious, I didn`t want do greet you.
So, how are you?
What are you doing?
You know how writers live, Ivan Sergeyevich.
Yes, I know. I read your "Crime and punishment".
It`s for now your best novel.
Well, Fyodor, you march in seven-league boots.
- No. - Are you sure? - Yes, I`m sure.
And who knows what is to be expected from you.
What are you doing?
I`m healing the wounds from the beating I received for "Smoke".
Nations finally agreed who is to blame.
They are attacking me from all sides.
The right and left, and white and red.
Finally they all found a common sacrifice.
I would accept to be the scapegoat
if I knew that will bring us to salvation.
Surely you've already heard everything.
What?
Attacks on me. As if they agreed.
I write more than 15 years and the audience still thinks
I'm the same as the heroes of my novels.
Similarly, they reacted to the novel "Fathers and children".
But you have understood me.
I am grateful to you for that.
And now there`s no one.
I didn`t come for that, Ivan Sergeyevich.
I know but since you understand me then
I hope that now you don`t think like everyone else about my Pothugin.
I came here because of my debt...
...and not because of your Pothugin.
What debt, Fyodor Mikhailovich?
Gambling debt, Ivan Sergeyevich.
You're kidding. You didn`t come just fot that?
Remind me what was in question?
50 talir that you, at my request posted in Baden.
- You still remember? - Yes, and I`m still grateful.
Money came in most difficult moment for me and I will forever remember.
You are incredible.
You will not believe me, but I forgot all about it.
Ivan Sergeyevich, nor am I Michael Savelych nor are you my lord Count Pyotr Ilyich.
I don`t understand?
I'm talking about a nobleman and a peasant from your "Hunter`s story`s".
How it goes...
<i>"The master was a true master, and by nature he was good."</i>
<i>"First he beats you, and while you come round, he forgot."</i>
What you remember.
You forget that I also could be a nobleman from the 13th century.
If my ancestors have betrayed Orthodox faith, today I too would be in the company of the rich.
Then, like you, I could also ask how much costs to buy Baden Baden.
I`m proud that my ancestors payed their allegiance to Russia with poverty.
And that my father become nobleman without the right to transmit it to posterity.
For God's sake, what are you talking about?
You can`t speak with me as if I am a peasant.
I'm talking about what you have told me via Goncharov.
But... didn`t you hear that I forgot all about it.
Sir, it`s truth that bacause of the gambling debts I live above blacksmith shop.
And as I work at night, during the day I can`t rest because of the noise.
My wife has nothing to wear to go out
because I gave her jewelry and clothes in pawnshop.
I still have not...
no...
...nor will I ever lost my pride.
For God's sake, Fyodor Mikhailovich, you went too far.
Don`t you know how people in the spa are entertain?
When they meet they talk about who came, who went...
Even Goethe write about it.
I just told Goncharov that you're here and that's all.
However, I haven`t taught in the German university as you,
But even I, poor man, know that there is Johann Wolfgang Goethe,
and you don`t have to explain who he is and what he wrote.
And that he, like you in your "Smoke" wrote about spas.
Like you in your "Gambler".
What a wonderful novel.
Real mignon.
Although I say this just now.
We haven`t seen since?
Of corse.
I was constantly changing place of residence because of debts.
As you can see, eventually I was caught.
I`m glad you`re fit, Fyodor Mikhailovich.
Except your literature, which advanced,
you stayed the same young man as you were in Russia.
I show my teeth to anyone who wants to bite me.
Goncharov didn`t know you're here, I said that to him, and that`s all...
Of corse. But perhaps you said:
<i>Although Fyodor Mikhailovich for two years now owes 50 talirs</i>
<i>still didn`t came to senses but still gambling.</i>
Or you thought that because of the debt I will change my character
- and start to lie. - Fyodor Mikhailovich!
You thought because I owe you
- that I will praise your "Smoke"? - Who is talking about "Smoke"?
You.
You say that money is not in question.
If this isn`t about money then it is about "Smoke".
Sir...
You are too transparent if you think that I will for the money
change my opinion.
I know that, Fyodor Mikhailovich.
That's why I appreciate your opinion.
So you still expect me to tell you my opinion.
- I don`t expect anything. - Regardless of my debt.
What the debt has to do with the value of the piece?
It makes no difference but you maybe think there is.
Why would I think so?
Because you are getting for your pieces 400 ruble per sheet,
and I for "Gambler" and "Crime and punishment" received only 150 rubles.
Or you think that the value of literature is measured by its cost?
I never thought so.
But...
But you never said:
<i>If Fyodor Mikhailovich gets 150,</i>
<i>I`m not allowed to accept more than 200 rubles.</i>
You claim that the price is in the reverse of the value of the author?
Ivan Sergeyevich, I...
I single support three families...
Sick...
Ex-con...
Weighted with debts of my brother...
I get only 150 rubles and you get 400 to built a villa here in Baden.
You think that from these fees I am building a villa?
- I don`t think so. - Thanks God.
I just want to tell you:
I`m not a Frenchman who flatters you because you are rich Russian
who pays their lavish lunches and dinners
and entertain them making fun of Russian flaws.
Isn`t it time...
you to stop with that...
...vulgar ostentation of the shortcomings of the Russian nature?
If so then I can say what speaking ignorants and your opponents:
You are Raskolnikov and you killed old woman.
I didn`t kill old woman.
But as your Potugyn you are the stallion
to a famous star unaware
that this role is right beneath the dignity
of the true Russians.
Fyodor Mikhailovich!
You didn`t came to tell me who I am.
Nor have I asked you.
If you came to pay back that insignificant debt
I see no reason to insult me.
Isn`t it better to immediately get down to business.
You know that I didn`t came to give you back the money.
Why should I know?
If you really saw me in Casino, than you realised that I...
You realised...
...that I was losing.
Do you really think that everybody is just watching what you do.
I know that here you have the great care.
From here you can`t see not only a former convict and it looks like a former colleague,
but also the whole Russia.
Rather than build the villa you better buy a telescope.
Then you could see her.
From here...
...us Russians is terribly difficult to see.
And I fear that we become invisible to you.
I wouldn`t dare to advise you how to spend your money.
So I didn`t mention the money you owe me.
Ivan Sergeyevich, I know that you told me via Goncharov:
Tell to Dostoevsky to visit me so he would raise my morale.
Because of the debt he has two options: to return the money
or to praise me. Despite foreigners held for me the only Russian writer
can swallow everything that I write about Russia,
but I simply can`t please everyone in Russia.
And how come that I am, wretchet me, highest paid in that same Russia.
Publishers and editors wish to acquire a name abroad.
Everything has its limits.
You can`t use the fact that you owe me money to attack me,
especially you can`t offend the hostess of this house.
The debt has nothing to do with this.
If not debt, then the issue is your holy disease.
You use your epilepsy knowing that I,
despite all the insults you inflicted me,
will not crash here before you.
While you can do it at any time.
Cause a scandal, and I'll be guilty for all.
For you it`s only important what will the public say.
but I...
...I will not leave until say what I really think about your "Smoke".
Whereof did you spoke so far?
Now I will tell you my opinion but not in the glove as so far.
I know you always was jealous of another's success.
Someone else's glory.
But I didn`t know that it`s only because of the price per sheet.
For whose glory do you think?
"The Smoke"?
"The Smoke" of which you yourself claim that everybody criticize?
But everybody talk about it.
Everybody mention it.
It is a real social event.
While your "The Gambler" passed quite unnoticed.
On the other hand, from all sides can be heard: "The Smoke"...
After all that's happened to every work of mine.
I don`t have to mention
that the Emperor Alexander II,
partly because of my work,
rushed to lift and remove the right virtuous peasants.
Yes...
Yes.
It`s known that the emperor himself, as Gogol said,
in your work search and find what to do.
However...
I'm interested what will Tzar think about Russia if he read your "The Smoke".
Will Tzar realised that he was wrong.
That such people are not worthy of his gift.
And that it would be better to still leave them in...
..In slavery.
Is that all?
Yes...
Yes, if I remember correctly.
Have you had an seizure?
I don`t know.
I'm not sure.
- We will have to ask I.S.Turgenjev. - No...
No, never.
Out of the question.
If you had an seizure, you will have to apologize to him.
You're very anxious.
You probably had it.
But...
You know...
I don`t remember the end of the conversation.
I fear that...
Alas...
Alas...
He threw me out of the house.
Is it possible?
When I began to defend Russia, he cried out that he in Baden build a villa...
He build a villa... Yes...
He said that he isn`t the Pharisee and not two-faced man.
That he don`t allow me attacks on the Germans.
That he forbids me.
I don`t know.
Maybe I will remember.
Right.
Right.
And you?
Did you wrote all I said?
How can you doubt that, Fedja?
If we don`t preserve this for posterity,
God knows how will I look in their eyes.
Descendants will know that you were sincere heart and loyal to people, family and friends.
You are so naive, Anjechka.
You know who I am, but Turgenjev will tell his version to Gocharov and everybody else.
You can`t you be my only witness before the history.
Why do people engage in art?
Because of the mortal glory.
No.
Least because.
Who is a true artist?
One whose work no one has ever seen.
The one who painted his best work behind the pillars sheltered from human view.
While there was a temple, there were his hidden works.
And when the temple has disappeared...
...His paintings disappeared to.
Right.
It is a true and real artist.
Work of art that no one has ever seen.
For such works of art as well as for the righteous one say:
"God sees".
Right.
Perhaps it will never been seen by God... No...
God will see it but artist will never find out.
Why not?
Isn`t all your work the true picture hidden behind the pillars?
I am vain.
I am vanity.
When I criticized Turgenev`s "Smoke" I thought that my "Gambler" is better.
I forgot that before Him we all are worthless and equal.
Yes.
Turgenev was right when he says that I shouldn`t dare to throw stones on anyone.
I`m a sinner, Anna.
A sinner...
I`m more sinful.
If only you knew... if only...
If you knew what lies in my soul...
Alas, you would have ran away from me.
You wouldn`t have stayed to breathe this sin with me.
In my eyes you are the righteous, Fyodor.
If there were at least one man
who would have the courage to tell the truth about himself,
everyone else would have to plug their ears and nose.
And what about me, Fyodor?
You're my saint.
Women are better than us.
For us only the great suffering can wash away the sin.
When a woman is a true women,
she is the one who saves our soul and doesn`t allow us to fall in the mud.
Did the Lord was not a man?
Don`t ask that never again.
He is the One and only.
Love can not be without it.
Do you have love, Fyodor?
What would I do without you?
Anyechka...
Why did you take pity on the burdened and sick Russian writer?
Anyechka, I know...
I know...
Now they are like dogs who get a bone to gnaw.
But I also know...
It is part of my... No...
It is our Golgotha.
I don`t even wish to talk to you about that.
Maybe it was my fault, Ivan Sergeyevich.
Not yours, but there is an event from the past about which I don`t want to talk.
And I wouldn`t want to be unfair.
That something like this wouldn`t happen again,
following custom, the next day I went to visit him.
Wanting to break off.
Knowing that he don`t gets up before noon,
I went before breakfastand and left him my business card.
And?
This show that I broke all relations.
Do you think Fyodor Mikhailovich will understand that?
He will need to understand.
- Do you think he is so sensitive? - He?
He`s more sensitive than any of ladies.
It really interests me, Ivan Sergeyevich...
I'm interested in what really happened between you two?
- I can`t tell you, Ivan Alexandrovich. - I'm dying to know, Ivan Sergeyevich.
I can only say that Fyodor Mikhailovich tried to put me down on his level.
That because I have mentioned him before you,
means that I have a grim intentions.
- Am I to blame for all? - No.
You have accidentally entered the game.
It`s his fault.
- That is his illness. - You think that the disease is responsible?
But it`s his private matter.
But the danger is that they started to read him so much.
It was my fault. I wasn`t supposed to see him at a casino.
And I shouldn`t have to mention before you that I saw him.
And I shouldn`t supposed to do what I did two years ago.
I don`t know, so I can`t judge.
I would be down to his level if I told you.
I am amazed that he didn`t tell you.
Wretched man.
You know, I completely forgot that he owes me money.
For more than two years. Sum of one hundred talir.
- I didn`t know. - Nobody knows.
I've also completely forgotten.
But as he entered he began to attack me:
Why don`t I openly ask that he return the debt,
but I do so through an intermediary.
Through me?
Unfortunately.
I shouldn`t mention you.
Nor I should mention him.
- Didn`t he came to apologize for debt? - No, it was only the excuse.
Two years ago, when I sent him the money, I said to my friend:
Now I have acquired or bought a new enemy.
Especially knowing what kind of a man is Dostoyevsky.
I knew he would make of me a red devil
only to find an excuse not to repay the debt.
Unbelievably. He attacked you because he owe you money?
That was only the beginning.
- There is more? - Yes.
Choking, he began to attack my "Smoke".
- I didn`t like "Smoke" to. - Really?
Yes, but that isn`t the reason that you and I argue.
Yes.
He didn`t started to attack me directly.
When I laughed at it and said
that this for me is nothing new,
and that the only new fact is that now everybody is against me.
He replied that it was nothing compared with what this disgusting book deserves.
And that this text should be burn by the hand of executioners.
He is a Dostoyevsky, but he's really gone too far.
He is sick, you know. He has epilepsy.
Yes I`ve heard. But I don`t know if this`s the truth.
Imagine the gossip if he crashed in my home.
It would turn out that I had brought him to that state.
What did you do after?
Wanting to finish the conversation safely
I didn`t confronted him.
Fortunately, everything ended well.
- We'll see. - Yes.
Despite I and my good husband, Fyodor Mikhailovich,
we were no longer resided in Baden,
this story even for one moment wasn`t interrupted.
Tell me, what's going on with Dostoyevsky?
Because he failed to turn me into a part of his gambling hell,
soon after our dispute, he left Baden.
- Excuse me for asking... - Please do.
Did he payback the debt?
Guess.
But he`s lucky.
He has a great wife. The right woman for the writer.
She`s 25 years younger than he.
I know.
I saw her.
She can write shorthand and Dostoyevsky dictates to her his works.
And she all the time groan with delight.
This may be why some of his works are so stretched.
Perhaps she told him that last year he went too far
and to justify before history,
he dictated to her his version of our conversation.
And he sent it to Bartenyev in the archives
with note that the record shouln`t be open until the 90th.
Have you seen the actual manuscript?
I was informed.
Because I haven`t listened quietly his attacks on "Smoke"
turns out that I`m defending the honor of Germany, France and all Europeans
and that I don`t care for Orthodox Russia.
Surely after that you have written your version.
I haven`t.
The whole world knows who is Dosoyevsky.
People should pity him if only he`s not so evil and clever.
You should write.
You should write the truth for posterity.
The posterity.
The offspring should first ask themselves whether Dostoyevsky,
before he deposited his version to the archive,
payback the debt to the defendant,
or the event served only as a replacement for the unpaid money.
How many years have passed since he made that debt?
- More than three. - Really.
Isn`t there the rule that he must repay the debt
before he made these charges against me?
Of course.
But our Fedor doesn`t want to deal with such issues.
It deals only with matters of world importance.
Do you think that he will not repay the debt?
He to repay?
I heard that all the cities through which he passed
are full with his pawned things.
He would give himself in a pawnshop only if he could.
And most importantly...
...because of his debt he may still hate me.
You think so?
But because of his terrible, dangerous and demonic talent
we have to forgive him.
I don`t know.
I don`t know either.
This knows only the One from above.
If He ever engaged in our earthly things.
This unfortunate story didn`t haunted only Ivan Sergeyevich.
Fedja has long stopped to gamble
but he hasn`t forgotten the debt from Baden-Baden.
<i>What are you doing, Ivan Sregeyevich?</i>
<i>Please don`t... Please stand up, I. Sergeyevich...</i>
<i>Oh, Lord...</i>
- Oh, Lord... Oh Lord!... - Fedya... Fedya!...
- Fedya... - Anyechka?... - It`s me.
- Is that you, Anyechka? - Yes, it`s me.
What did you do with the record of what happened at Turgenyev`s place?
In Baden-Baden?
Where is the evidence that I have dictated?
We sent it to Beretnjev in the archives.
- All? - Original.
A copy was left to us.
But I...
I didn`t told you the most important thing.
How?
You remember...
You know...
I'm not sure whether I had an seizure with him or when I returned home.
Or I might have been dreamed.
But... last night...
...Because last night I couldn`t work, I remembered all.
I realized that I didn`t told you the most important thing.
I haven`t been dictated to you the most important details.
Why did you so quickly sent it to the archive?
Fedya, since then it has been three years?
Is been so long?
At the time you started to invent "The Idiot".
Who will believe me that I didn`t do it intentionally?
What?
This.
When...
I didn`t mentioned that I.Sergeyevich was kneeling in front of me.
Remeber?
I hear that for the first time.
And when I was kneeling before him? Are you sure?
I don`t have to belive in my mind, bu in shorthand I must.
No, no, no... I know that he was kneeling before me.
That I know.
But I`m not so sure that I was keeling before him.
When was that?
You said it. Three years ago.
No, I think was it before you mentioned him the debt or after that.
I think it was after we finished speaking about "The Smoke".
When I finally posted things on its right place.
We finished the conversation.
Yes.
He escorted me to the exit from... the salon.
Wait...
And...
I'm interested what will Tzar think about Russia if he read your "The Smoke".
Will Tzar realised that such people are not worthy of his gift.
And that it would be better to still leave them in slavery.
- You're right, Fyodor Mikhailovich. - What are you doing, Ivan Sergeyevich?
I`m kneeling.
Before whom? There's no one but us two.
- Before you. - Why?
I bow to your talent.
Don`t be kidding, I. Segeyevich. Please, stand up.
No, no, no, I`m not kidding.
I`s only up to you what will happen with your talent.
You think that I`m careless?
That I`m wasting it on unimportant things?
No, I don`t and that's what scares me.
I know that you live for your work.
I just wanted to ask you something.
Please do.
In the name of Russia...
Russia has nothing to do with this.
I`m afraid, F.Mikhailovich, that you are right
and that I look at Russia through a telescope.
But she always runs away from my view.
I'm afraid that I would become fashionable and you a true Russian writer.
It doesn`t depend on us. The people will decide about it.
But people will pay terribly high price if your literature becomes the truth.
What does it mean to you when you are constantly abroad?
If you belong to the present, why not leave the future to me?
If this happens...
If life means so little that it can be killed for a piece of bread,
kill you for anything...
if all become wildly as your heroes,
if in Russia there is no longer normal people,
Russian people will pay a terrible price.
Imagine that life.
When your characters will not be confined between the covers of your books.
But they will be in rooms, schools, universities.
When "The Possessed" really will exist.
And when they invaded all our streets.
I beg you, Fyodor Mikhailovich, prevent it.
It's not in my power to stop this from happening.
Or you... you want me to write worse than the Lord gave it to me.
If you become the graet writer...
If you don`t become ridiculous...
Russia will become such a penitentiary...
opposite which Siberia will be kindergarten.
How do you know?
You aren`t the only one who is crazy, Fyodor Mikhailovich.
We are all burdened and we shouldn`t become Russia's future.
If you want for Russia to be happy,
she must laugh to you!
Your serious novels have to be funny.
I`m asking you, Ivan Segreyevich, please stand up!
I can`t.
Not until you promise me.
I don`t see what I can do even if I could help you.
You can.
You can renounce your terrible talent.
I know that you have yet to write yours best work:
"The Idiot", "The Possessed", "Lives of the Saints" and others.
You have to renounce them.
What do you mean?
Before I wrote them?
Don`t let that for every your novel die 10 million Russians.
- You think that that is the price? - That will be the price...
If yours novels becomes the truth.
You are replacing me with Raskolnikov, and framing his ideas to me.
Redemption through suffering that you preach
will become a dangerous siren call!
And your relentless, stern, pure Orthodoxy
easily will be replaced by another dogma, other symbols!
Don`t let Siberia to become the future of Russia.
I finally figured it out. You want us to change places.
And that you, not me, become a Russian destiny.
"He was sitting in the wagon..."
"nobody bothered him..."
"Smoke... Smoke..."
"Everything is smoke and fumes, he thought."
"Everything disappears into nothing not achieving anything."
Ivan Sergeyevich, the entire Russian life...
Russian fate...
and all that is Russian, for you is smoke.
Smoke.
But you will always rush to be first, I.Sergeyevich.
I've always had the best intentions.
We all know that the road to hell is often paved with good intentions.
You are cunning.
I to become ridiculous,
and you to stay and to take my place.
No, you understood me wrong.
I have very well understood.
You are too transparent.
If you really want to become Russian fate,
why not leave the Russian people to vote?
This will depend on what will happen to him.
What's that got to do with me?
You are sick.
You want the whole Russia to become a hospital.
One major Bureau for insane.
- What are you doing, F.M.? - Same as you.
- I`m kneeling. - But why you?
I too care about the Russian people.
In his name in front of you I am ready not only to go on my knees
but also to worship as our ancestors before Tatars.
Do not kneel before me, I`m not the Tatar.
Ivan Sergeyevich, I`m begging you...
I`m begging you...
Renounce your "Smoke".
Renounce your "Novelty". Stop to court.
If this were true, I would not be attacked.
Even a skilled man must sometimes make a mistake.
Russia...
Russia...
Real Russia...
Russia is not salons of Baden-Baden!
You saw what I said about these salons in my "Smoke".
Unfortunately, I saw that all too well.
It goes like this...
Yes...
"When 10 Russians meet immediately settle the question about Russia's future."
"Of course, on that occasion they talk about the rotten West."
"The west is winning us on all counts, but still is rotten."
"We blame West for everything, but we value only its opinion."
"In fact, for 100 years, Russia has failed to create anything her own."
Alas...
Alas...
It seems that we are talking about two of Russia.
Of one for which you claim to be ruined...
and went up in smoke...
and another...
that I want to return to true Christ.
You offer her the Antichrist.
You are Mephisto
and for Faust you have selected the entire Russian people.
You think that I have such great power?
For the benefit of the Russian people, you have to publicly admit that you are sick.
No.
-That you yurself don`t know where you're going. -No.
-That as a man you have no principles. -No.
-And that tomorrow you can deny Christ if need be. -No!
-Russia mustn`t become your experimental laboratory! -No!
Neither the Russian people your guinea pig!
Well, that's it.
Then I woke up.
- These are dreams, Fedya? - I don`t know.
I really don`t know if this was dream or seizure...
- But one thing still confuses me. - What thing?
If I am sure that he was kneeling before me,
and if I then knelt before him...
Why should I then attacked him?
In dreams, anything is possible.
No.
No, no.
It wasn`t a dream.
-You think that was the reality? -No.
Neither.
Recently, the characters of my novels haunt me.
But in this story I am my own main character.
Yes, you and Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenyev.
Yes. Why should it all came back out before my eyes?
-You think you invented it? - No, I certainly didn`t invented.
Maybe all this happened but not in this way.
Why didn`t you then dictated this to me last time?
I don`t know.
Maybe I thought that it shouldn`t enter into the archive.
Anyechka, there are terrible thing for me in this.
-You say that all this happened three years ago in Baden? -Yes.
But it is impossible.
How could you might know for his novel "The Novelty"?
At that time, it hadn`t yet been printed.
Or he? How could he know for your "The Idiot" that was printed after that event.
Or to know of "The Possessed" that aren`t yet printed?
Or to know of "The Live of Saints" that you not even started to write?
Yes. That is the peculiarity of all, Anyechka.
Maybe I added this to myself on purpose afterwards.
So that I confused myself.
So that I couldn`t remember of other things.
And the rest is true.
Yes, the rest is true. No!
Or the truth is just that and everything else is a dream.
I don`t know.
You forget that sometimes I can be clairvoyant.
My poor Fedya.
They don`t give you no peace day or night.
How could he say that you are Mephisto
and that you don`t want good to people of Russia.
You are so good, Anyechka.
It's not mine to judge.
Let them, Anyechka. They don`t know what they do.
Who knows why this is good.
Although there is something good in it.
What?
If he is right...
Turgenyev?
The question is:
Are we allowed to do what we do because of that same Russian people?
But if it's for its own good?
If we are the salt of His salt,
how can we not accept His gifts in us?
Or better yet, how can we not accept His best parts in us?
But why is it only asks of you, Fyodor?
I don`t know.
I don`t know.
Everything is so blurry in my head.
I don`t know.
You mentioned "Life of Saints"?
I can`t write "Lives of Saints" until I visit the monasteries, hermitages, churches Lavra,
monks, novices, elderly...
Russia will whisper to me what to do
and she will decide which of the two of us is right.
The fact that Pedya and I were no longer been abroad,
doesn`t mean that our old friends were still there meeting.
- Glad to see you, Ivan Aleksandrovich. - Me too, Ivan Sergeyevich.
I`m always glad to see you, despite the fact that you are always here in Baden.
Yes, I have become a sort of local culture.
You will not believe me, Ivan Sergeyevich,
I constantly expect F.M.Dostoyevsky to appear from behind some corner.
Although I know that he had already returned to Russia.
- Please, make me company. - With pleasure.
Better say that Dostoyevsky had fled to Russia.
- He flad? - So he wouldn`t met me.
- Seriously? - Yes.
It is because the debt that he still didn`t returned.
Don`t hold it against him.
Maybe he didn`t have opportunities.
It's the least for what I can blame him.
Ivan Aleksandrovich, you certainly know
what the dust and noise last year caused his novel "The Possessed".
Yes, very big.
You see, I think he wrote that pamphlet,
I really don`t know how else to call it,
that he wrote it as the response to my literature.
He even goes so far
that is in the form of writer Karmazin painted my portrait.
I haven`t noticed.
I haven`t either,
but the world read the novel and points a finger at Karmazin.
That is, at me.
So it was left to me only to keep quiet, endure
and wait for his next evil move.
One day 1877. in St. Petersburg
my good husband sought a visitor from Paris, A.F.Otto.
Who in Paris collected materials on Pushkin.
If I knew the reason for his visit,
I certainly wouldn`t have allowed him to see Fyodor.
because this visit upset my good husband.
Do I have the honor to speak with Mr. F. M. Dostoyevsky?
I am.
Yes?
My name is Aleksandar Fyodorovich Otto.
Currently I live in Paris where collect materials on Pushkin.
Our mutual friend, I. S. Turgenyev,
has authorized me to convey to you his greetings
And to take the rest of the money that you owe to him.
Can you explain more about what debt you speak?
As far as I know the word is about debt from Baden back in 1865.
Yes.
Didn`t I return the debt last year?
You see, Turgenev's acknowledged receipt of 50 talir,
and it reminded him to search through me those other 50 talir.
What other 50 talir?
He says that he borrowed you 100.
Ivan Sergeyevich wouldn`t have warned you
neither he would send me for something that isn`t his.
Young man, two days ago I had the terrible seizure
of whom I still haven`t recovered.
Sorry but I'll have to call my wife,
that is my right hand and my business manager.
Ana!
Anyechka!
Anyechka...
-This is Mr.A.Fyodorovich... -Otto.
Turgenev sent him for the debt, which we returned to him last year, I think.
I didn`t know that you came for that, sir.
Since I'm not sure, please repeat how much did we owe to Trugenev?
50 talir.
Did you hear?
Anyechka, are you sure?
Although we weren`t together at that time,
I remember that Turgenyev, in the accompanying letter,
stated the exact amount of how much he gave you.
Have you kept that letter?
Sure, I just need some time to find it.
Can`t you find it immediately?
Mr.Otto came from Paris just for that.
I didn`t come just for that. I have other jobs to.
Fyodor, since then it has been 12 years.
Then the money arrived without receipts and trust.
Can it be that Turgenev think that we want to deceive him?
You see that he don`t believe us, right?
Aleksandar Fyodorovich?
I entered the whole thing by accident.
If you claim that the debt is repaid
and it was a mistake, I will tell him so.
Young man, not only do we claim
but we will prove it to you.
If it is not hard,
come back tomorrow
and we'll show you this letter
with the exactly specified amount.
I wouldn`t have urged you but I travel soon so...
Young man...
This is not the first time that I. Turgenyev uses this debt
to send us intermediaries and to make of it a global issue.
Ten years ago he sent Goncharov
and now he send you.
Believe me, I didn`t know.
If I knew what was going on I wouldn`t accept.
Good.
Good. Come back tomorrow...
and we'll give you proof of who is right and who is telling the truth.
We or Turgenyev.
I apologize, F.M., if my visit upset you.
Good.
I will have to dig day and night to find it.
Dig it out from the ground, if you must.
Don`t you see what's behind this?
Since we repayed the debt,
I.Sergeyevich count on that we`ve lost or thrown the proof.
Wanting to get back at us,
he send a completely unknown person
who has a wide circle acquaintances in the profession.
He send me him.
Him who already told to whole St. Petersburg why he came.
You heard tha he didn`t came only for that.
If you don`t find the letter, he would act like it is.
But what I.Sergeyevich wanted with this?
The money wasn`t important to him even ten years ago.
He again tries to throw me in the dirt.
"You became famous, pigeon,"
"but aren`t returning the debts."
For four years I`m patiently waiting for this.
Four years...
You'll have to find that letter.
At any cost!
The next day, A.F.Otto arrived at the same time.
But because my husband was visibly upset,
I also was present.
Young man, here's the proof.
The letter from Turgenyev... Ana!
With the letter he informs me that he is unable
to send me a hundred, but only fifty talir.
Fifty talir, young man.
Sorry, but I didn`t know anything about this.
Trugenjev convinced me in his honesty and I ...
There`s something strange here.
I understand that he thought that I would be...
sloppy like a true Russian
and that I will lose his note,
but how come he didn`t find my little note to him
in which I sincerely thank him for sending me the 50 talirs.
The concept of this letter is also preserved by Ana. Ana!
Sorry. I`m very embarrassed couse I`m brought into this situation.
Well, this isn`t...
the first time that Turgenyev is organizing something like this.
Starting from the circle of Belyinsky when he talked behind my back
that I am the newest pimple on the nose of Russian literature.
I simply can`t believe...
Young man, you sow that we don`t lie.
No, I can`t believe that I.Sergeyevich did this on purpose.
Turgenev is vain as Miss.
And he remember insults like an elephant.
He think...
"If I can prove that F.Mikhailovich do this because of the debt,"
"then all the sympathy of the world will come back to my side,"
"and F.Mikhailovich will turn out ridiculous."
But what does that have to do with this debt?
The debt has nothing to do with the real cause of conflict.
There is one more important question.
And it is: What will happen to Russia?
Will the Russia hold?
Or will fail?
Will Russia become a lighthouse, as I want and as I think,
or will become a pendant to Europe,
as it thinks Turgenyev and the other like him.
Europe, which has always hated us.
And which always was afraid of us.
If we start to wave with tail in front of Europe,
she wouldn`t only stop to fear us,
but will begin to despise us.
And she will even stop to hate us.
She will no longer have a reason why.
Understand?
There are more important issues than me...
...or Turgenev.
After several years...
in the last year of the martyrdom life of my good husband...
Fedya had another important visit...
Fyodor Mikhailovich...
I came here to congratulate you for the speech
you gave on the anniversary of Pushkin.
And I have another surprise for you.
New edition of your novel "Crime and Punishment."
Although it was already a sufficient reason for the visit,
I rushed when I heard that your health isn`t so good.
When was I in good health, I.Aleksandrovich?
I say it just for no reason.
I`m glad that you and Turgenev finally reconciled.
Especially as I have unwittingly been the cause
of your misunderstanding.
You haven`t been the cause, I.Aleksandrovich.
The causes are much deeper nature.
Dates back to Peter the Great.
I think that he is a mistake...
Turgenyv think the opposite...
He thinks that Peter hthe Great is the beginning of our true history.
But the Pushkin, who was somewhere between us, eventually reconciled us.
All right...
Should be left to history to decide about all this.
What history has veue with that, F.Mikhailovich?
History will each put into its place.
Didn`t you two before the world publicly embraced
and forgave to each other?
Ivan Aleksandrovich...
As Dostoyevsky I can forgive what I don`t understand,
but because Russia I must forgive what I can never understand.
If Russia can`t give up any one of us two...
if She asks that from me...
then I must forgive him.
Although I must admit that Russia is far from asking me that.
Maybe one day She will ask for this sacrifice,
And I will bend my head and say:
Forgive me, Lord.
Forgive me.
I didn`t understand, but I forgive.
I think that this next sad event doesn`t need any of my comments.
Dear friend,
Finally I found someone to publicly write
what I argue for decades.
You must have seen the article about Dostoyevsky in the "Patriotic paper".
Entitled "Cruel talent".
I will be free to cite some quotes.
<i>Man is a despot by nature and loves to be a torturer.</i>
<i>Tyranny is a habit that becomes a need.</i>
Of course, such quotations could be find hundreds
in all the works of Dostoyevsky.
Last year after his death, I offered to write an obituary.
But luckily that didn`t happen.
My motive was not Dostoyevski,
but I wanted to stop the Russian people
to take him seriously, and he doesn`t deserve that.
In particular, we praised each other
during Pushkin's anniversary
despite each one of us stuck to its own opinion.
Of course, before the open grave I couldn`t say what I say for decades:
That he is our real Marquis de Sade.
I've never denied him his dark and sinister talent.
And now it is on all of us to suppress his fatal impact
that grows each day.
Combat against Dostoyevsky will not be difficult.
That`s what intellectuals must prevent at all costs.
And that`s why his word is not the last.
As my final word about him,
and as a kind of my testament,
I`m writing this letter.
Dostoyevsky isn`t a writer but a lunatic.
Now is the year of 1916th.
And almost all of whom I spoke here were already dead.
My good husband...
died 35 years ago...
I. S. Turgenyev died two years later...
And Goncharov... and if he was 10 years older than my husband,
lived 10 years longer than Fedya.
I don`t know how long I will live...
but I`m peacefully waiting for that Hour.
Because I managed to defend...
my husband from the unfair attacks...
and to preserve...
before the future generations...
untainted memory of him.
So that I...
like he once did...
Now I`m quietly waiting for my end.
Then I will reunite...
...with my unique husband.
To whom I dedicated all my power...
...and my whole life.
I'll be able to tell him:
FEDYA...
...YOUR PROPHETIC WORK...
...HASN`T REMAINED HIDDEN BEHIND A PILLAR.
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